Lindsey Hollenbaugh: Goodbyes aren't easy
Well, this is it dear readers. Today is my last column. I don't do well with goodbyes or tributes over office cake handed out on paper plates. But I know this goodbye is an important one, so I'll do my best.
The decision to leave The Berkshire Eagle for a position at a newspaper in the Adirondacks of New York wasn't easy. I immediately thought of all of you, and how much I've loved every second of sharing my slice of crazy, real and sometimes downright funny life. But the husband and I believe in the universe's path for us
Every twisty road and tearful goodbye led us right here. And so, I couldn't ignore fate's tap on the shoulder.
We have been on so many adventures together. You were with me as I navigated everyday life -- toilet paper wars in Walmart aisles, embarrassing displays of rainbow underwear, and the struggle to sleep through a symphony of snores.
You helped me plan my wedding and mourn the loss of friends and one popular Airedale terrier. You coached me through my first traffic violation and shared your special Thanksgiving recipes. You told me what a great mom I will be -- even if it might never happen -- and married me off to the most loving, patient and funny man this curly haired girl could ever ask for.
You, dear readers, gave me the greatest gift anyone has ever given me: You read my words. And for that unbelievable honor, I am forever grateful.
I would be remiss if I didn't thank my co-workers in the newsroom who at once made me feel like a part of this big, dysfunctional family brought together with the common goal of serving the community with integrity.
From the night editors who stay past their shift to update the website, and the reporters who fed my love of breaking news, to the photographers who adjusted their workflow to fit online needs, and the features editors who let me write for them and lovingly encouraged my work -- I'm humbled by your kindness and dedication. And to my right-hand partner -- the Starsky to my Hutch -- who never let me doubt my work or my instincts, I could not have done it without your guidance and laughter.
To all of my Eagle friends, I adore you. Thank you. Journalism is a calling, a passion and one that I'm so glad I got to experience and learn from with the professionals at The Eagle.
A final "shout out" to my family, who allowed me to share our secrets and the pieces of our past that make up the fabric of my life. Without all of you, I wouldn't have a story to share. Your love and endless encouragement is what gave me the courage to be nothing but myself every week
There's so much left to say, but my inches are running out and my tissue box is running low. Let's not say goodbye, but instead a "so long, kid, it's time to hit the road." Lenny -- yes, that's the husband's name -- and I will always cherish our stay in the Berkshires, and the people who let us share our life with them -- one column at a time.
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